Chang Geng suddenly remembered - when Gu Yun took him back to the capital that year, he had brought along with him half of the Black Iron Camp, let them station outside, their swords pointed directly at the capital. When they both rushed to the palace, they encountered Wei Wang and the Crown Prince - who was now the current Emperor - both kneeling down in front of the chamber of the former emperor. Gu Yun even stopped to greet him.

Thinking about it now, that greeting hid a much deeper meaning.

Turned out, Wei Wang had already intended to rebel at that time but was stopped in his tracks thanks to Gu Yun rushing back to the capital?

When Huang Qiao heard this, he seemed to have been struck by lightning. He immediately assumed his conspiracy had been uncovered.

Then the Emperor had long noticed the ambitions of Wei Wang, either they had been exposed on the capital's side, or there were traitors from their own side - but this was no longer important; he only knew that now Gu Yun had come, he was done for.

Of course, even in death, Huang Qiao would have never realized that Gu Yun was purely using his general impression of the relations of some of the military commanders in the Imperial Court, conveniently using it to his advantage.

Ge Pang Xiao's eyes widened, he thought: "What? So the Marquis was already aware that Wei Wang wanted to rebel!"

Chang Geng's hand pressed on the sword at his waist.

Huang Qiao knew that he was already doomed. The only option left for him was to risk his life. He immediately yelled and rushed towards Gu Yun.

In the cabin's corner, several puppets, with the purpose of decoration, screeched at the same time, roaring and raising the weapons in their hands.

Chang Geng swept from Gu Yun's back and blocked Huang Qiao's sword before Gu Yun could make a move, speaking in a low voice: "Allow me to experience the Master's martial arts skills."

With their master taking the lead, the little soldiers behind did not dare to retreat no matter how frightened they could be, rushing into the small cabin altogether.

Ge Pang Xiao hurriedly searched around himself, was unable to find anything to defend himself with, and quickly followed suit after Gu Yun.

Gu Yun held the Dong Ying blade in front of him, casually driving back a sword swung at him. He smiled and said: "Shh, can't you all hear it?"

His unpredictable acting skills were even more incredible than the real martial art skills in his hands. Everyone couldn't help but try to listen.

Chang Geng's long sword crossed the space between Huang Qiao's blade. The young boy jumped up with a blank expression, kicking at Huang Qiao's waist. He screamed, falling over at the feet of a puppet.